LOGINâSophia, youâve been quiet all morning. Whatâs going on in that head of yours?â Victor asked, his voice low as he handed her a fresh cup of coffee on the balcony.She took the mug, avoiding his eyes. âNothing. Just tired. Mark had a rough night again. Kept waking up.âVictor sat down across from her, his sweatpants riding low. The morning sun highlighted the stubble on his jaw. âHeâs improving though. He ate more breakfast today. Said he might even try walking around the room later.ââYeah, thatâs good,â Sophia replied, sipping the hot coffee. âHe told me to go enjoy the pool or something. Didnât want me stuck inside all day like yesterday..âVictor leaned forward, elbows on the table. âSmart man. So what are we doing? Going to the pool? Beach? Or you want me to take you into town for a bit?âShe set the cup down hard. âVictor, last night⊠we almost kissed. With my husband literally ten feet away. That canât happen again.âHe didnât blink. âBut it almost did. And you didnât stop me. Y
âMorning. Howâs the patient?â Victorâs deep voice was heard from the balcony as Sophia stepped out of the bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eyes.She pulled her thin robe tighter around her body. âStill sleeping. He woke up once around three for more meds, but he looks a bit better. Thanks for the water you left out last night.âVictor sat at the small balcony table with a cup of coffee, wearing the same black t-shirt from yesterday and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was messy from the couch. âGood. I ordered breakfast while you were asleep. Figured youâd be hungry after yesterday. Eggs, fruit, toast. Come eat before it gets cold.âSophia sat down across from him, the ocean sparkling bright blue behind him. âYou didnât have to do that. I couldâve handled it.ââYeah, well, Iâm here so you donât have to handle everything alone,â Victor said, pushing a plate toward her. âMarkâs lucky. Most new husbands would be panicking. Youâre holding it together.âShe took a bite of
âSophia? You in there? Open up, itâs Victor.âSophia felt her heart skip, with a damp cloth in her hand, then hurried to the door of the honeymoon suite. She cracked it open, and there he was, Markâs older brother, looking travel-worn in a black t-shirt and jeans, duffel bag slung over one shoulder.âVictor? What are you doing here?â she asked, keeping her voice low. âMark didnât say anything about you coming.âVictor raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling. âYeah, well, he called Mom this afternoon sounding like death. She panicked and basically ordered me to get on the next flight. She said somebody needed to make sure you two didnât waste the whole expensive honeymoon. You gonna let me in or what?âShe stepped aside quickly. âSorry, come in. Heâs sleeping right now. The doctor said itâs just a bad stomach bug, but heâs been throwing up most of the day.âVictor walked past her, his arm brushing hers. He dropped the bag by the couch and glanced toward the king bed where Mark lay c
Lila returned to the office the next day with a secret burning inside her. The trip with Julian had changed everything. She could still feel him inside her, his cum leaking from her pussy as they drove back. She sat at her desk, trying to focus on her emails, but her mind kept drifting to the hotel room, to the way he had fucked her on the table, on the bed, against the wall.Julian walked past her desk in the morning. He looked professional in his suit, but his eyes lingered on her a second too long. âGood morning, Lila. How was the rest of your trip?ââGood,â she said, her voice steady. âProductive.âHe smiled slightly. âWe should review the notes later. In my office at 4 PM.âLila nodded. âOkay.âThat day, every time she saw Julian in the hallway or in a meeting, her body reacted. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy grew wet. She crossed her legs under her desk, trying to ignore it.At 4 PM, she walked into his office. Julian closed the door and locked it. He pulled the blinds down.âC
Lila woke up the next morning to the sound of Julianâs breathing. She was lying in his arms, her naked body pressed against his. The hotel room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Julianâs hand rested on her waist, warm and heavy. His cum was still leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.She lay there for a moment, feeling the weight of what they had done. Her body ached in the best way. Her nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. Her pussy felt swollen and used. She had never been fucked like that before.Julian stirred behind her. His hand slid up to cup her breast. He squeezed it gently, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.âGood morning,â he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.Lila shivered at his touch. âMorning.âHe kissed her neck, his lips soft and warm. âLast night was incredible. You felt so good.âLila turned in his arms to face him. âIt was. But we have the meeting today. We have to be professional.âJulian smiled and kissed her. His hand s
Lila stood beside Julian at the front desk, her bag hanging from her shoulder. The receptionist smiled politely as she checked the computer.âI am sorry,â the receptionist said. âWe only have one room left, though with two beds. The conference has the hotel fully booked.âLila felt her stomach drop. She glanced at Julian. He looked calm, but his jaw was tight.âWe will take it,â Julian said. He handed over his credit card.The receptionist gave them the key cards. âRoom 412. Have a good stay.âThey walked to the elevator in silence. The hallway was quiet. The elevator doors closed, and they stood side by side. The small space felt even smaller now.The elevator dinged on the fourth floor. They walked down the hallway. Julian opened the door to room 412. And they walked in.Lila stood in the hotel room, her bag still on the floor. The single room with two beds felt smaller than it should. Julian closed the door behind them and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking made Lilaâs hear
Carl came over on a quiet Wednesday afternoon.He had been avoiding me for almost a week after that kiss. No texts. No calls. He even skipped two of the usual hangouts with David. I knew why. He was fighting it. But I was tired of waiting.I heard the knock on the door and my heart jumped. I knew i
Sandra's POV The evening felt longer than usual.The house became quiet again. David went upstairs to take a shower because he was covered in grease from working on the car. I stayed in the living room, trying to watch a movie on my phone, but my mind kept going back to Carl. The way he had smiled
Sandra's POV The next morning felt heavy.I woke up early, even though it was Sunday. The house was quiet. David was probably still sleeping after staying up late with his friends. I went downstairs and made myself coffee. While the machine worked, I stood at the kitchen window, staring outside wi
Sandra's POV I did the final touch on my face, blending the light eyeshadow carefully with my finger. When I stepped back and looked in the mirror, I couldnât help but smile. I loved who stared back at me.Iâve always been an attractive girl. The kind that turns heads when I walk into a room. Guys







